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It is called life… Nga Diana Skrapari

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Music soothes the soul

As the rain subsides the dry land,

A soul has flown to heaven,

With his magical voice,

Made cry with

Crocodile tears

His executioner,

Music soothes the soul,

But not the consciousness,

It listens to this voice,

And says nothing,

Why so much hate

And bloodshed,

Music soothes the soul

And the soul requests

Love between humans.

It is called Life…

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